Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.